From Atterbury's collection of glees for three and four voices, pub. c.1777.

Lyrics: William Walsh

Ye gentle swains, who pass your days and nightsIn love's sincere and innocent delights;Ye tender virgins, who with pride displayYour beauty's splendour and extend your sway;Lament with me, with me your sorrows join,And mingle your united tears with mine,Delia, the queen of love, let all deplore,Delia, the queen of beauty, is no more.